Pan was lonely with just his flute, so he set out to find true love. He didn’t have very good luck until one day when he was wandering through the forest. As he was walking, he approached a hungry and mean bear. At this same time, Hestia was walking in the same forest, but in the opposite direction as Pan. She was walking through the forest to go check on her hearth in Rome.
As Pan was quietly trying to not disturb the hungry bear, he accidentally stepped on a stick which alerted the bear. The bear then began to charge toward Pan. He then pulled out his pan flute and began playing a soothing song. The bear calmed down and went on with his search for something to eat.
After Hestia watched the whole scene, she couldn’t get Pan out of her head. She had instantly fallen in love with him and his wonderful flute playing. She went up to Pan and told him how brave he was to calm that mean bear down. She also told him that he played lovely music. They then continued going their opposite ways through the forest. Before Hestia was out of sight, Pan yelled that he would see her again someday. He was sure of it. The next day, Pan set out to find his love, Hestia. He again walked through the same forest to see if Hestia was going back home from Rome. He still never saw her, but he never gave up hope. He continued searching for her, day after day, in the same forest. After about 2 weeks of searching for Hestia, he began losing hope. He thought to himself that true love is too good to be
Elisa not having any attention is in her gardening area when a mysterious man approaches her. Elisa is interested in this man. The man wants to fix something for Elisa but her being so strong she refused. So the man changes the tactics and shows interest in her Chrysanthemums. Elisa not being complemented about her Gardner and now someone says something so she begins to act differently toward the pot mender. She becomes attracted to this man and wants to do more then just be a gardener. The pot mender says something about her flowers and she feels appreciated. The pot mender leaves and her husband is ready to go out with her for diner, she now has confidence to go out.
She left her house that one early morning, to travel towards the forest, with a keen, uplifting attitude that she may find something new. Later, she emerged from the wood, Mary wiped the mud of her white dress she smiled and travelled down the long dirt path.
Ceres set into a slight panic gathered herself and set out to find Petunia. Ceres walked around to the seaside only to be met with nothing, causing her to become more frantic; thoughts racing through her head, the last place she could think to look is the forest. Ceres quickly ran towards the forest just a few ways down. She called out to her daughter, “Petunia! Petunia are you out there?!” trampling through bushes and running over shrubs, but then beautiful flowers started to come around. Ceres ceased her running which turned to cautious pacing, her daughter had to be around here somewhere, Petunia always loved beautiful flowers. A few more steps in front of her was her daughter, taking the hand of a mysterious man in a chariot, the man was gloomy yet handsome. Ceres yelled out for her to stop, “Petunia don’t!” but it was too late, the man along with Ceres’ daughter rode off in the distance at an incredible speed. All Ceres could do was shout in despair as her daughter was taken away.
It was a dreary December as he sat there watching the ash from the fire on the floor, he wished that he could change the fate of his angelic, love, Lenore, to a happy one, as in a book.
I turn around to face the mirror. I see Harmony in the reflection of myself.
Living in a world where mystical creatures were bound to appear, humans didn't have any way to protect themselves and usually got hurt. Chesire died when he was six, the last thing he felt was the burning hatred for any mystical creature. As Chesire fell through the hole of death, darkness swallowed him hungrily before spitting him out, causing blistering pain to shoot up every limb off his body as he hit the ground. He remembered looking up, his teeth clenched in agony, and face reddened in rage, to see a golden chamber with no doors, yellow fire licking his ankles greedily. He remembered the scorching pain he felt as fire and smoke entered his lungs as he beat against the walls desperately calling out his mother's name. He remembered the
Hester’s heart fell as the realization of her situation washed down upon her. “I don't rightly know sir.” After traveling a short ways they finally reached the woman’s small cottage which was nearly as beautiful as her. Delicately growing ivy climbed it's way up the walls and wild flowers grew at the base of the cottage. The only thing that could draw away from the magnificent scene was the dark, grisly weeds surrounding the wild flowers.
Georgaina turned away from him, a breeze picking up her golden hair, causing it to halo her face. She said nothing for a moment, a tortured expression crossing her features, before turning to the man. “I’m not upset, papa. I understand. But you need to let me breathe in the air of my home one last time. You need to let me visit her,” her voice broke. “And you need to let me do it alone.” No anger laced her words, only longing. The man, her father, retreated back into the adobe house.
Suddenly he found himself with them, coming along the trail and looking for himself. And, still
Although it is only one glance in the bar, Mia have been attracted by the talented pianist Sebastian. As time passing by, the vibrant music sounded, marked the beginning of the lovers new life. After the party, clearly Mia's car is just around the corner, but she’d rather be blind; when Sebastian car is parked by the bar, but he’d rather walk with mia. The night view of Los Angeles is intoxicatingly beautiful. It is like the lovers who already fall in love, but deny to admit about their feelings. After farewell, the bottom of the their heart have buried the seeds of love, silently waiting for the right opportunity to break free. Beacon cafe, the cinema, and Griffith observatory, they listen to the other side of the story, share each other's dreams. Midsummer, the lovestruck couple has started cohabitation, their dress style also transformed from fine to casual, marked their emotional stability. However, because of the pursuit of the dream, the two gradually began to appear barriers, and ultimately choose the different road and
Aria was a young girl who lived in the forest, now known as the Amazon Rainforest. In her era, no one spoke the only way the humans could communicate was through a small technology device that was given by the gods, a cell phone. Many of the humans were very happy with it but Aria loved to dream of a day when she could make a sound like a jaguar or a frog. Aria was different from all the other living humans because she didn’t live with any of them her home was in a cave with her friend Kinkajou she named him like that because in her mind she imagined a lot of colors which reminded her of the flower’s nectar he took. Kinkajou stayed in the cave during the day because Aria loved to listen and play with the animals of the rainforest. During the night when Aria came back to the cave, Kinkajou would sing to her in his language making sounds that had Aria dream of
Hew has spent the last twenty years all alone, only leaving his home once a year to pay homage to the wife he lost long ago. When a storm causes him to seek shelter at Conall Castle, he meets the first lass since his beloved Mae to make his heart flutter once again. Can he release himself from his past and allow another love in his life? If he does, will his love be
Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.
Gisella stood up to blow the candle out, the clock in the mantle chiming nine o’clock. Yet again this week her husband had missed dinner, claiming that he was too busy at work. Any other woman would have assumed that he was out with another woman, but Gisella knew Michael was too frustrating and stubborn for anyone else to desire. She went to put away the wine, lamenting at what a waste it was.
I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child